"You are an absolute nightmare, Wife," Samuel whispered, his voice thick with an emotion he was desperately trying to suppress. "I leave the estate for a few hours to handle a logistical issue, and you decide to spontaneously collapse?"
"My timing... is impeccable," Heena managed a faint, mocking smirk, though her eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
Samuel let out a humorless, breathless chuckle, his thumb gently stroking her temple. "I am going to fire every single guard stationed outside your door."
"Don't," Heena murmured, letting her eyes slide shut as the cool energy from Seera pulsed rhythmically in her mind. "Not their fault. Just... get these needles out of me. I hate being a pincushion."
Samuel looked up, his gaze instantly snapping back to the terrified physician. The lethal, commanding aura returned in full force.
"You heard the Madam," Samuel ordered coldly. "Remove the needles. Carefully. And if she so much as flinches, I will test them all out on you."
